My dress was up round my waist his hand touching the waistband of my thong........I took his hand and placed it between my exposed thighs spreading my...legs slightly as I did it............ he needed no further invitation............he ran his finger between my thighs caressing my now soaking pussy through my wet thong .........his finger pushing the materiel inside my lips as I tried to stifle the moans.......my hands were now stroking his erect penis though his trousers , it felt huge , I. She gasped as she found it and let out a little moan."Oh, you're big," she exclaimed in a throaty whisper. I slid my hand down and under her skirt. My fingers founds her soaked crotch and stroked gently over the wet material. Small, sharp gasps passed her lips as I rubbed, ending in a soft moan as I brought her to climax."Oh, my..." she moaned. I took my hand away, leaned back and undid my pants, sliding them to my ankles and freeing my swollen cock.We continued kissing as she roughly stroked. Dina, my wife, is visibly nervous as she sits in the passenger seat wearing a pair of black heels, a pleated plaid, ridiculously short skirt, sheer white panties, and a very fitted tank top. Something I suggested and she thought was a good idea until we pulled up to the house.See, about a month prior, Dina finally agreed to a threeway and I posted on a local swing site the following:“Couple looking for our first MFM. She’s Filipina with curves, clean shaven, and can be very vocal when fucked. But no one specifically responded.The pen, which had been a wild melee of people and animals before was suddenly a peaceful but disturbed mud pit with divots, clots and small shards of clothing. Everyone had crawled free of the enclosure."Shit!"David spun to see what was wrong, not releasing his hold on Jacob. In response, Regina pointed down at his hand. Lifting it, he noted the plastic glove he used to carry the plague carcasses was tinged with red, blood pooling at the fingers. He also noted.